Aright alright alright. This place hit the CT food scene like a wooden paddle hits a kid's ass after he breaks mom's fine china with a baseball. Lines on lines of people from morning until 11pm close day after day. I even boycotted the place for a while because so many basic bitches were posting their blurry cones on Instagram with Drake lyrics as captions.
ANYWAYS, I finally went. The ice cream is, idk, it's like cooked with nitrogen or like fairies or something. Smoke is all pouring around when you walk in. It's like a movie. But the actors are actually ice cream makers. This isn't going anywhere.
ANYWAYS AGAIN. I got the S'more Campfire cone. They have some scientific terms for what's in it, but I'd say it's really premium chocolate ice cream, a fire roasted marshmallow, and graham cracker crumbles. My fat ass also added Nutella drizzles.
Was it worth the wait you ask? Alright, yeah it actually was. Great place to take first dates too. It's cheap enough where you can get a good read on if you like them or want to jump off a bridge, all without breaking the bank.